Offerings of our own

It's just a poem about prayer I wrote that makes me feel good.

When offered through the youngest
tender hearted and pure

When offered through the eldest
kind, slow and sure

When offered through the learned
strong, steadfast and deep

When offered through the learning
timid, honest and meek

When offered through the humble
miracles abound

When offered through the faithful
angels come around

When offered through the mother
children see the light

When offered through the angels
testimonies receive might

When offered through the friend
forever can be won

and lives forever saved
when offered through the Son.